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Beloved Apostle

~

Mary, Mary
you were anything but weak
Mary, Mary
you were strong
yet, you cried at his feet.
Behind the tears
lives the truth we never speak
behind the love
lives the beauty of his deeds.

~

Mary, Mary
beloved by the man
Mary, Mary
the only one to understand.
Mary, Mary
you took a secret to your grave,
After the passion
a life we never seek
behind the love
was there a child of his seed?

~

Mary, Mary
where did you go?
Mary, Mary
why was your story never told?
You knew his nature
loved him from the start
You knew the truth
you saw the beauty of his heart.
Between the lines
lives the part they overlooked
Beyond your love
lives the message of the book.

~

(c} Susan Morgan Bosler
July 10, 2012

All Rights Reserved.

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At times

How tiresome and lonely be

This lowly life

Through which I drift

The air is thick with

A cacogenic fog

Disturbing thoughts produced.

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Lay in wait

Little dark thought

Then scamper through

While intuitive-globule concoctions mix

With neurons sparking

Rerouting thoughts just a bit.

~

I raise my eyes to see the night

The sound of my pulse

Beats in my ears

The wash of tears

Drains the soul –

Cacophony to silence be.

~

This time, like many other times

I reach into the void

To understand this –

My perpetual

Solitary wish to be.

© Susan Morgan Bosler April 6, 2012

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In the Music

 

Laying back to feel

The memories cycle through my soul

Wondering if life got it wrong some how

Never knowing how love so clear

Could cloud my mind

For the price of a thousand tears –

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He gave me Ms. Simon

I trusted his smile

We listened together in the dark

“I’ve got to have you”

Playing over and over again

Drifting along Mulholland Drive

On hot summer nights

With the wind in our hair

It really felt so right –

Carly understood the love we shared

The music connected us through the years

He bent me back as we stared down

On the sparkling, city lights

As the fire burned inside,

We planned for times that never came

Unspoken dreams to the end.

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Time flew fast, when another appeared

Springsteen singing

Thunder Road On his radio

He was so young in ‘75

I wished I had known him then –

The nineties were our romance years

It was when he figured out

That all along his man Bruce

Was singing to him about us –

His hungry ambition and desire

Razed my doubts

He pulled me close, to purify my past –

Racing along that two lane life

While we dreamed of times

Just down that road

In the dark of night,

We didn’t see that blind curve

He swerved and life fell away.

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Two loves

Too close to compare

Both separated

By fate’s design –

Life’s miseries fade with time

While hope keeps

Beckoning me close,

The music continues to play.

 

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler, February 25, 2012 All Rights Reserved. Please do not reprint any part of this posting without written approval of the writer.

 

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Bosler

 

I change as swiftly as a cloud on a spring day
at one moment I am light and airy
full of grace and free of detriment
at the next, I am enormous and filled with rain
frightening, threatening spring showers
My days are long and I am filled with caprice
do not dare me,
for I shall take your proposition
render you depleted
then be on my way.

You see, I am mercurial and quite mad
or I am very kind and eager to please
you just have to catch me
at the right moment,
if you can, if I so desire.

To understand me,
to hold on to me,
is exactly like catching a cloud
with your hands
on a windy spring day.

©Susan Morgan Bosler,  2011  All Rights Reserved

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